Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1437 - 415: The Pinnacle of Power_4

Chapter 1437: Chapter 415: The Pinnacle of Power_4

This Flame Devil isn’t just powerful in magic; at such close proximity, its physical combat ability alone is enough to annihilate Mourinho’s last bloodline.

Liu was shocked and had difficulty swallowing his saliva. Enrida’s magic just now somewhat resembled Axianu’s "Dual Radiance Fire Shield," directly reflecting magic damage!

With half the mana of a Magic Tutor and half the mana of his magical beast form, every one of Siro’s instant Cocktail Magic wouldn’t be less powerful than a spell from a tutor-level mage. One can only imagine how skilled Enrida really is!

Although Master Siro has been injured and had already fought a strenuous battle earlier, to injure him in one encounter, at the very least, the attacker’s strength must be close to the Saint Level!

The higher the level of the mage, the bigger the gap becomes. This gives us a glimpse of the difference!

"Do you know what this magic is called? You must have never heard of this Fire magic before. This is ’Borrow Fire to Burn the Sky’!" Enrida looked at Mourinho with a delighted smile: "Seeing your eyes full of guesses and surprises, I can’t help but show off. This is a rare application in Fire magic---------borrowing! Borrowing the opponent’s magic to burn through their own skies!"

"This... isn’t this the tutor-level Space Magic ’Universe Shifting’?" Fire Magician Joecole exclaimed.

"It seems you’re also a controller of the Fire Element. Why is your understanding of the elements so narrow? Any form of magic, in essence, is a type of Elemental Power! The paths may vary, but the principle is the same. Haven’t your Magic Teacher mentioned these concepts to you?" Enrida sighed: "I’m merely using Fire Elemental energy to perform a magic borrowing, that’s it! Is it worth your surprise? Magic rebound is an external force, usable only at close range; my magic borrowing is an internal force that can be used remotely, nothing more!"

It’s quite ridiculous for a little girl barely three feet tall to adopt the tone and manner of an old hand, but at this moment, no one dared to laugh.

"I am humbly taught." Fire Magician Joecole properly showed the disciple’s respect, bowing deeply to Enrida.

Magic knows no borders, and Master Joecole’s action is a humble gesture from a lower-level towards the peak, offering the due admiration and courtesy to the pinnacle, not submission to a threat.

"Haha! So it’s not the magic that shines! It’s about borrowing someone else’s magic to use for oneself!" Liu leaped up like a zombie, landing a foot squarely on the chest of the still frothing Blood Infant, as if squashing a tomato.

As a Blood Infant who hatched from the egg of an Earth Element Magical Beast, Master Siro’s resilience to endure so many heavy blows and still cling to life spoke volumes of his toughness. But with Liu’s stomp, he had no chance to live again.

Enrida cast a sidelong glance at this somewhat reckless guy.

"Hehe, it’s really ’three days without learning and you fall behind Bianchi’." Liu expressed his feelings with a popular Aegean saying; Bianchi was a famous scholar in Aegean history, known for his sponge-like thirst for knowledge.

"Since you’re so good at speaking, you’ll be the next to die!" Enrida gave Liu a magnanimous smile: "How about it? Do you volunteer?"

"Wait!" Mourinho shouted loudly, tearing off the performer’s mask that had covered his face, pushing past Sword Saint Henry, who had been standing in front of him, and walked proudly to stand in front of Enrida.

The night wind fiercely blew the high priest’s platinum hair, and his face, even more dazzling than Xiang Pa’s, was filled with determination.

Mourinho’s gaze was calm and composed, staring straight at Enrida.

"So brave! Are you looking to replace him?" Enrida carefully observed Mourinho with great interest, tapping Liu and then the high priest with slender fingers.

"They all came for me, so it’s only right that I die first!" Mourinho said, furious.

"Brave one, please tell me your name!" Enrida’s eyes sparkled, filled with undisguised admiration.

"My name is Mourinho." Behind Enrida, Liu smiled devilishly as his body’s "Wind Runes Puppet Chains" shattered into countless flying fragments!

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Recommended ’Flirtatious Evil Tune’.

First Chapter of the day, another Chapter before midnight. Was accompanying my wife for a check-up yesterday, didn’t get enough sleep, going to catch up on some rest now.

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